Emma arched into his hand. “Mmm, much better,” she replied breathlessly.
“I can’t wait to get my mouth on them.”
She moaned as he brought his other hand to her neglected breast and started kneading them both. In a statement that surprised herself, she asked, “What’s stopping you?”
“Hmm, this little bit of fabric. Do you mind if we get rid of it?”
She shook her head.
Aidan brought his fingers to the satin bow at her cle**age. Slowly, without taking his eyes off hers, he slid the ribbon loose. He gave it a slight tug before the nightie gaped open. His gaze dropped to her chest, and he licked his lips. Emma felt the heat rising between her legs, and she shifted on her feet, pressing her thighs together for relief.
Her head lolled back when his mouth closed over her nipple. He suckled it deeply before flicking and swirling his tongue across it. His hand kept stroking her other breast as his tongue worked the nipple in his mouth into a hardened pebble. She couldn’t fight the cry of pleasure that escaped her lips. Her fingers automatically went to his hair, tugging and grasping at the strands as the pleasure washed over her.
Aidan licked a wet trail over to the other breast before claiming the nipple. The ache between her thighs grew, and she knew if he touched her there, he would find she was drenching in need for him.
As if he could read her mind, Aidan snaked a hand down her stomach. His fingers feathered across her belly teasingly, causing her h*ps to buck. He hesitated before finally dipping them between her legs. Emma panted against his lips when his fingers worked against her sensitive flesh over the fabric. Her h*ps arched involuntarily against his hand, rubbing herself against his fingertips.
“Think we should get rid of these, too?”
“Uh-huh,” she muttered almost incoherently.
He chuckled as his fingers tugged at the waistband, sliding the underwear down over her bu**ocks. Just like she had done to him, his body followed the panties to the floor except he kissed and nibbled a trail down her thighs and legs. She felt at any minute her knees would buckle and give way. Thankfully, Aidan gripped the back of her thighs to keep her steady as she stepped out of her panties.
Kneeling before her, Aidan’s fingers delved between her legs, seeking out her swollen clit. The moment he stroked it, she cried out and gripped his shoulders tight. His thumb continued rubbing as his fingers slid into her wet folds. They swirled against her tight walls, working her into a frenzy of desire. She bit down on her lip to keep the ecstatic cries buried in her throat from escaping. But it became useless as he continued his assault on her core and brought her closer and closer to coming. As the wave of her first orgasm crashed over her, she dug her nails into Aidan’s back and thrust her pelvis hard against his hand.
Aidan rose off the floor. He kept his hands tight on her waist to steady her as she tried to get her bearings. “You’re so f**king hot when you come,” he murmured into her ear.
She flushed at his words, her breath still coming in uneven pants. Gently, he nudged her towards the bed and then eased her down onto her back. Pushing on her elbows, she scooted up on the mattress. Aidan loomed over her, desire burning bright in his blue eyes. Emma shuddered under his gaze. As his body covered hers, he pushed her legs wide apart. He then kissed a path from her neck, down through the valley of her br**sts, and over her belly.
When his head dipped between her legs, Emma’s eyes pinched shut in ecstasy. As his fingers entered her again, his tongue swirled around her clit, sucking it into his mouth. Emma fisted the sheets in both hands. “Oh Aidan!” she screamed. Immediately, her hand flew to cup her mouth. God, what’s happening to me? I’ve never screamed in bed before. His fingers kept a rapid pace while he kept licking and sucking at her center.
“Oh yes! Yes, Aidan…please,” she murmured, twisting the sheets tighter in her hands. Her h*ps kept up a manic rhythm as he plunged his fingers and tongue in and out of her. Finally, it sent her over the edge, and she cl**axed violently. When she started coming back to herself, she realized one of her hands had abandoned the sheet and had twisted into Aidan’s hair.
After she released him, he slid his briefs off, giving her an eye-full of his massive erection. He rose up on his knees between her legs and grinned down at her. “So what’s the best baby-making position?”
What the…? Had he seriously just asked her about what position to use. “Um, well, supposedly Missionary.”
“Sounds good to me.” He bent over her, positioning himself between her thighs. When his c**k nudged against her opening, she tensed and gripped his shoulders. Aidan kissed her tenderly on the forehead. “I’m going to take this nice and slow, okay?”
She nodded and clamped her eye-lids shut.
“No, look at me, Emma.”
Obeying his command, she peeked up at him. Gently, he started easing himself inside. Emma gasped in pleasure, rather than pain, as he filled her. “Hmm,” she murmured when he was finally buried deep inside.
“God, you feel amazing,” he whispered into her ear.
“I could say the same about you,” she replied.
He chuckled as he stayed stock still for a moment allowing her to get accustomed to his size. “Yeah, but for me, it’s more about being able to feel so much. I’ve never been inside a woman without a condom before.”
“Really?”
He bobbed his head. “Guess you’re taking my non-condom virginity.”
“Oh,” she murmured.
Slowly, he pulled out to thrust back into her. “Oh f**k, yes, that’s hot,” he groaned into her ear.
Once he found a rhythm, Emma raised her h*ps to meet him. They moved in almost unison, their breaths coming in ragged pants.
But after several minutes, Aidan surprised her by keeping up his languorous pace. It was tender and sweet—almost like the lovemaking she used to have with Travis. An emotional ache burned through her chest, and she shuddered. She didn’t like the shift of feelings she had. This was only supposed to be sex for procreation, not making love. When she gazed into Aidan’s eyes, she saw the restraint in them. Taking his face in her hands, she smiled. “You don’t have to hold back on me.”
“It’s been a long time since you had sex, and I don’t want to hurt you,” he replied, practically gritting his teeth from the effort.
“I’m not a virgin, so you won’t hurt me.” At his continued slow, almost methodical pace, Emma realized she was going to have to reach him on his terms to get him to stop. At the same time, she didn’t know if she had it in her to demand what she needed to. Drawing in a deep breath, she smacked his bare ass. Hard. “Aidan Fitzgerald, you better f**k me like you mean it!”